His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

There were seven text messages and four missed calls from Conan. I glanced at Scott, who was staring at Maura while she was trying gowns one by one. Almost every gown looked good on her as she had a perfect figure and even a perfect face. 

I noticed myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. I was nothing in comparison to her. I had small eyes, small lips, small breasts, and a small ass. I was as tall as her, but not curvy. I did not know how Conan found me attractive. Removing glasses, I cleaned them and put them on. I even looked terrible with those rounded glasses. 

“Camille…” Maura’s piercing voice cut my thoughts as I looked at her. She was wearing a mermaid gown with sequins and silver embroidery. It was accentuating her breasts and ass, making her look sexier. “Can you hold my gown’s trail for a while so that I can see how to walk in this dress?” 

I glanced at assistants who were holding their smiles. That was another insult. Why didn’t she ask one of them instead? When I looked for Scott, he was not there. I surveyed my eyes everywhere, but he was nowhere in sight. 

Does he already leave? 

“Come on,” Maura chided impatiently. 

“Yeah.” I rushed to her and held the corner of the trail. 

She smirked, descending a couple of stairs in her extraordinary white heels. I followed her as she walked back and forth. Her eyes didn’t leave her moving appearance in the mirror. 

To be honest, she looked like that cold-hearted witch. I rolled my eyes when she paused, scanning herself from head to toe. 

“Where is Scott?” I asked her. 

“He got an important call, so he left. But not before choosing this gown. It’s his choice.” 

“Nice choice.” I smiled. 

“Thanks,” she said roughly before walking up to Brea. I straightened myself and sighed. “This is final,” Maura said. “Get it ready by 10.” 

“Yeah sure, ma’am.” Brea smiled widely, her excitement undeniable. 

After a few minutes, Maura changed and grabbed her purse. Suddenly, her phone rang out. Taking the phone from her purse, she quickly received the call. “Excuse me.” And she disappeared into the hallway. 

Brea turned to her assistants and nodded to them to follow her. Now, I’m alone. I looked at my mother’s gown with craving eyes. Looking around to check no one was there, I approached it. Smiling, I caressed the soft fabric with my hand. 

Suddenly, an urge ignited me. I wanted to wear it. Snatching it off the hanger, I vanished into the changing room. 

Taking off everything, I put it on. I tried to zip it up but couldn’t as my hand was unable to reach there. 

“Fuck!!” I hissed in frustration when I failed again. 

Suddenly, the door flung open and a big shadow hovered over me. My eyes went round when I found Scott in the doorway. His eyes mirrored mine as pure surprise crossed his hard features. Slowly, his eyes ran down the entire length of my body, making me feel self-conscious. I stopped breathing when his eyes moved back to my face as he was staring at me intently. 

“I…I…” Heat crept into my cheeks due to embarrassment. 

Without speaking, he stepped inside and slammed the door behind him, making me startle. His surprised look was gone and turned to harden. His jaw twitched when his eyes fell on my breast. I quickly put my arms in front, getting even redder. 

“I just wanted to…” before I could speak, he spun me around, causing me to gasp in anticipation. I looked at him in the mirror. Our eyes locked. 

My skin prickled when his hand ran down my bare neck. “Scott!” I gasped when he zipped up my gown, making my breath hitch. The corset clutched my breasts, making them look bigger. I was shocked to see how sexy I was looking in that dress as it hugged my body in perfection. 

I was breathless when Scott placed his hands on my shoulder. His palm was cold and calloused. 

“Do you know what I am thinking?” His voice came out hoarse as he tore his eyes away from my cleavage and met my gaze. 

It took me a long time to reply, “no.” 

He lowered himself and grabbed the hem of the gown before raising it to my thigh. “How would it feel if you were in Maura’s place on our wedding night and in the same dress?”

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